Poison Tongue System: Host, your head is a little green

Pei Ying was stunned.

Looking at the iron sheet in her hand, she even felt like cursing someone.

Yes, the triangular piece of iron is not as big as a palm. It looks like the three corners are very sharp, and there is a round hole in the middle, but this thing... what's the use?
Is it like those bullshit ninjas, used as darts?

"Hmph, I said Xiao Wu, you are too outrageous, aren't you?"

"I'm also your little aunt anyway, you...you just use this thing to perfuse me?"

Pei Ying pointed to Shao Fei at the side: "This kid can still get a treasure armor, at least he can avoid harm!"

"And him, the things in his hands are more or less useful, look at my things... why do you want me to use them?"

Uncle Wu rolled his eyes: "Don't give it back to me!"

"This is a heavenly film!"

"This is the treasure I got in the ancient tomb. According to legend, it is made of the materials left over from casting the Xuanyuan Sword. The blade is so sharp that it will never need to be polished. More importantly... this thing has a very powerful killing effect. Strength, it can be said to cut iron like mud!"

"If you use this thing to bind your dragon tendon whip, this strength will be like adding wings to a tiger. You still think it's useless?"

After Fifth Uncle's words fell, Pei Ying became slightly puzzled.

She carefully took the Tianling tablet from Uncle Wu, and tied the dragon tendon whip to the round hole on it.

Then she flicked it a little harder, and the long whip hit the shelf not far away.

The shelves made of steel were cut off with just a slight flick of hers.

Seeing the steel bars on the shelf being cut, both Qiao Zhen and Shao Fei were stunned, and Pei Ying's eyes widened, feeling completely shocked.

"Brother Qiao, this... this thing is too cruel, isn't it?"

"Just this thing, if you can't control it well and hit yourself, wouldn't it mean that your life is gone?"

Shao Fei was a little nervous and couldn't help swallowing.

Uncle Wu smiled wryly: "I have been in the tomb for decades, and I have handled countless treasures, but I have never seen anything as sharp as this one."

"Hehe, I can see it!" Qiao Zhen laughed awkwardly.

Uncle Wu asked Pei Ying, "How about it? Is this thing okay? If you're not satisfied, you can return it to me!"

Pei Ying hurriedly took back the soft whip, and carefully put the Tianling piece into a special shelf. The three corners of the beam in the middle of the shelf were not allowed to be cut easily.

Now, when Pei Ying saw this thing, it was as if she saw her own child, not to mention how excited she was, not to mention how happy she was!
"Hey, I said Uncle Wu, we all have our own equipment, what about you?"

"I'm curious that you have been in the tomb for so many years, what equipment do you have?"

Shao Fei's words opened up a whole new topic, which made Qiao Zhen curious.

Uncle Wu smiled and said, "Oh, my things... are very simple!"

"This is my stuff!"

The next moment, Uncle Wu pulled out a shovel from the corner. This shovel looked very ordinary, and the whole body was pitch black, so there was nothing special about it.

It's just that when Uncle Wu gently put the shovel on the ground, Qiao Zhen could clearly feel a dull sound. This was not only because of Uncle Wu's strength, but also because the shovel was very heavy.

"This thing..."

[Wanxiao System: Dayu Pickaxe! 】

"What Dayu pick?" Qiao Zhen was stunned.

The venomous tongue king is startled and jumps out of nowhere.

[Wanxiao System: According to legend, Dayu left behind a pickaxe when he was controlling the water. The material used to make this pickaxe does not belong to this world, and it is very heavy. Even in your fairy tales, the Ruyi Golden Rod used by Monkey King is Dayu’s pickaxe. . 】

[Wan Xiao System: It’s just that Dayu’s pickaxe disappeared many years later. Later, a famous craftsman found this material, specially made such a pickaxe, and named it after Dayu. 】

"What, so it's a high imitation?" Qiao Zhen smiled wryly.

[Wan Xiao System: Heh, what kind of high imitation, even if it is a high imitation, it is still a high-quality product.Do you know how much this pick weighs?It is rumored that it weighs [-] jin, a pick weighing [-] jin, just a little bit, even if you are hit by it, it is probably enough to drink a pot! 】

Qiao Zhen was stunned.

Is it possible that such a shovel is not like the pickaxe of a shovel, but it is so heavy?
"What is this?" Shao Fei asked suspiciously.

Uncle Wu smiled and said, "Would you like to try lifting it?"

Shao Fei was taken aback for a moment, but he still didn't know what Uncle Fifth's words meant. Just as he was about to speak, Qiao Zhen who was on the side hurriedly said, "Don't, don't mess around!"

"What's the matter?" Shao Fei asked.

Uncle Wu stared at Qiao Zhen with a half-smile, as if curious about what Qiao Zhen would say next.

Qiao Zhen took a deep look at Uncle Wu, sighed, and said, "This is not an ordinary thing. This is a Dayu pick, which weighs eight hundred catties. Even you can't carry it!"

After Qiao Zhen's words fell, Shao Fei's eyes widened: "Impossible? Such a little thing weighs [-] catties?"

"Brother Joe, are you kidding me?"

Qiao Zhen rolled his eyes: "Anyway, I've already reminded you, so think about it yourself!"

"Tsk, I said you must be making a fuss out of a molehill. This thing can weigh [-] catties? Are you kidding me?" Pei Ying also had a look of disbelief.

But Fifth Uncle didn't speak, and still stared at them with a smile on his face.

Pei Ying said to Shao Fei: "Xiao Feizi, don't be afraid, go and pick up this thing, so that you can hit Xiao Qiaozi in the face!"

Pei Ying is still proud of herself, getting such a treasure, not to mention how good it feels in her heart!

Shao Fei laughed triumphantly: "Okay, no problem, I'll come if I come!"

After speaking, Shao Fei came to Fifth Uncle, but Fifth Uncle didn't say much, after Shao Fei's hands touched the pickaxe in his hand, he let go.

Shao Fei was taken aback for a moment, and planned to lift the pickaxe up, but the pickaxe suddenly fell down.

"I go!"

Shao Fei exclaimed, he stood on his legs with difficulty, trying to stabilize the pickaxe and prevent it from falling down.

But helplessly, this thing is really too heavy. Although it is not as heavy as eight hundred catties, it is just not easy to stabilize this thing.

Even Shao Fei exhausted all his energy.

After maintaining it for less than a while, Shao Fei could only shout in the direction of Fifth Uncle: "Five, Fifth Uncle, help, help!"

Uncle Wu smiled, and stepped forward to hold the Dayu pickaxe with ease.

"You can't use this thing, but it is my weapon!" Uncle Wu said with a smile.

Shao Fei now stared at Uncle Wu as if he was looking at a monster. After a long time, he asked nervously, "Uncle Wu, are you from Earth? This thing weighs eight hundred catties, and it's enough for you to support it." I admire it, and you still want to take it on the road? Are you not tired?"

"And what are you going to use it for? When you want to wave it, doesn't it make people tired?"

After Shao Fei’s words fell, Fifth Uncle seemed to be proving him. He smiled and raised the Dayu Pickaxe in his hand. A pickaxe is just an ordinary little toy!